I remember the day I walked into that foreclosure hearing like it was yesterday. My heart pounded, my hands trembled, and my mind raced with fear and uncertainty. I didn’t know what to expect, but I did know one thing—I was about to lose my home.
It felt like the end of the world. The weight of failure sat heavy on my shoulders, and I could barely breathe as I stood before the judge. I had no way to make up the back payments, no reason to get the sale extended. I had no hope. I was just waiting for the inevitable ruling. Then, in the midst of my despair, before he told me my home would go up for sale at a foreclosure auction, he spoke words that would forever change my perspective:
"Cubans are like cockroaches—no matter how much you crush them, they keep coming back."
The whole courtroom was quiet; you could hear a pin drop.
And then he looked at me and said: "Eudania, you will come back from this!"
At that moment, something shifted inside me. His words rang out like a beacon of hope, cutting through my darkness. He didn’t just see my failure—he saw my resilience. He saw the fight in me that I hadn’t yet recognized in myself.
The judge, like me, was also Cuban. He understood struggle, resilience, and the deep-rooted will to survive and thrive. His words were not meant to demean but to inspire—to remind me of the unbreakable spirit within.
Disclaimer: We do not condone the words used by the judge. However, we have included them as they were pivotal in igniting a fire within the individual, serving as a turning point in their journey to overcome adversity.
That day, I walked out without a home, but with something even more valuable—a renewed belief in my ability to rise again. And rise, I did.